Monday, June 15, 2026

the truest home

 Sunday, June 14, 2026 (4:32 a.m.)


Thank You God.


I woke up singing again. This time with a tune, words and title I recognize. Trouble is, I’m not sure it’s what I want to be singing.


It’s interesting that I was all for it moments ago. Now that I’m examining the lyrics I’m uncertain.


♪… paradise… streets of gold…

Father’s house… many rooms…

… I’m Homesick For Heaven


Okay. I’m convinced. Let’s look at it further.

(4:56 a.m.)


Thank You for this opportunity to explore what is obscure to me. Thoughts of eternity in a truly unknown place.


Much is written. Many points of view. Imaginings. Wonders. Opinions. And even a planned church service detailing another’s understanding is scheduled for later this morning.


Father, thank You that we have You, Your Holy Spirit and Your Word to guide and inform us. Various translations. Many descriptive words. All leading to awe. And wonder.


There’s the tiniest glimpse of a feeble “Yes!” before more questions take it over. This present curiosity is far from the angst of my childhood which filled me with a dread of eternity. “Forever” and “never ending” always seemed much too long for my developing brain.


Thank You for continuing to grow the trust I have in You. For the faith described in Hebrews 11:1. Being “sure about the things we hope for…. in our minds about things we cannot even see” (EasyEnglish Bible).


Yep! Described in one article as the truest home, I know I want to experience Your streets of gold. Thanking You face to face. Seeing the ones I love. Running as fast as I can into Your arms. What could possibly be better?


The apostle Paul told the Philippians (3:20a) that “our citizenship [conversation, home, government, living, belonging] is in heaven.” Father, I want to well represent that colony (The Passion Translation). Clinging “tightly to our life-giver, the Lord Jesus Christ.”


Yes! I can confidently sing ♪I’m Homesick For Heaven♪ Thank You Father. Praise You. Use me as Your representative of our truest home. Amen.


(345 words ~ 5:43 a.m.)


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